| There’s something strange in the old corral
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| There’s a breeze, though the wind has died
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| Though I’m alone in the old corral
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| Seems there is someone at my side
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| Empty saddles in the old corral
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| Where do you ride tonight?
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| Are you roundin' up the dogies, the strays of long ago
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| Are you on the trail of buffalo?
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| Empty saddles in the old corral
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| Where do you ride tonight?
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| Are there rustlers on the border, or a band of Navajo
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| Are you headin' for the Alamo?
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| Empty guns covered with rust
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| Where do you talk tonight?
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| Empty boots covered with dust
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| Where do you walk tonight?
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| Empty saddles in the old corral
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| My tears will be dried tonight
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| If you’ll only say I’m lonely as you carry my old pal
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| Empty saddles in the old corral
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| There is no smoke, still the fires burn
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| There’s no song, still I hear guitars
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| There is no dust, still the ghosts return
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| Softly to vanish through the bars |